The bar opened and so began the strange disappearance of Thirsty Dave. We looked everywhere for him but just couldn’t find him. We tried to think the way he thinks but just ended up going for a beer. Scurvy Jane was none the wiser but that wasn’t surprising at all, at all. The scurvy one was studying something in a book and refused to even look at us. In the end, I had to look at what she was looking at, out of sheer curiosity. That wasn’t much help either:
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